It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.

Those with the softest hearts build the hardest shells.

There are people who come into our lives as welcome as a cool breeze in summer- and last about as long.

Life has taught me that to fly, you must first accept the possibility of falling.

Maybe, if we just accepted our deaths, we might finally start to live.

It's our memories that make us who we are. Without them, we're nothing. If that means we have to hurt sometimes, it's worth it.

We can only lose what we have first claimed.